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Asphalt Fossils

  • Kentaro Matsushima
  • Apr 16, 2018
  • 1 min read

Green trees sway by. The sky is a light blue and the road is a dark grey. Cars rush by, their roars getting louder, then quieter. I stare outside the window with my head against the glass. I watch the outside world fly by quietly. Peacefully. The stark white vehicle rushes down the road.

Suddenly, a dark stain catches my attention. Two thin strips, darker than dark grey. Parallel, yet haphazardly twisted. Heading off the road.

I hear the crash. The screams. The flashes of life.

And yet they, too, slip past the car. And the stark white vehicle continues down the road.

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